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By Abhilasha Arya

Some medicine heals your body and some medicine heals your soul

The latter is not found in shops

And never being told

Your suffering grows like crops

But it depends on you when u have to stop

The medicines that ur body needs

It has a cost to be paid

But the one for which your soul bleeds

No where it has its trade

You will be surrounded with such medicines

But u can't find ur vaccine

It feels like

Love love everywhere

And everyone has that ink

Love love everywhere

Nor any drop to drink

You find arms and hands

To heal and hold u

But no body to stand

To unfold and uphold you

The support' which comes with reason

They change like season

The care thats pseudo

Is well understood

pseudo feelings never undo

It deserves only to die in the flood The flood of your purity

That should be released with serenity

The barbed wires of ring

That clutches your wings

Unclasp such wires that surrounds you Tighten your wings with the strings That binds you

The trust that broked

Is always revoked

End those chapters

And never return to such pages Nor give a look

Have the lantern of hope

With you always

Because today its dark

But believe me

One day you will become a hallmark.

By Abhilasha Arya

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